Hello, everyone! after dealing with real life and the other nonsense of living, panny and i have decided to bring back war of change. give a round of applause. we’ve worked through all of the information and hopefully improved coherency and cohesion; however, tell us if we missed something. eventually, we’ll announce an event to celebrate the re-opening, so look out for information on that. -RAIDNE, THE HEAD ADMIN
From the moonless night, screams of terror and fear resound, spreading across the world and infecting the masses; however, those sleepless nights occurred years ago. A new era began with the fires of war, and with no end in sight, the residents of Selene Isle trudge through life, basking in the momentary peace. Despite their prayers for continued monotony and peace, a storm brews, stirred to life by the continued presence of Rapture and Wraith. And as we set our sights on the seemingly peace laden isle, we must ask: how shall this tale end?
As the years passed, the number of true pairs increased; however, they continued to live in the shadows, catering to the whims of the mundane. Seven Moons kept watch over them all, instructing them and assisting them, but for many, the attitudes and ideals of the organization were smoldering, suffocating. With Seven Moons and the mundanes, they could not grasp the freedom, the power dangling before their eyes. In the beginning, rebellion was a dream, a fantasy, a figment—developed by the repressed and carried forward due to the nature of humanity. No one expected the call to sound, and no one expected the call to be answered. However, it happened.
tHEY MET AS THE SKY SHED ITS TEARS, CRYING FOR THE PATHETIC REAPER THAT HAS FALLEN TO HIS KNEES, BUT THEN HIS SAVIOR CAME ERASING HIS SORROW, WITH A DASH OF HOPE.
[Kuu park-8:26 PM-sunday]
“Tak ... chto vy sobirayetes' delat' teper'?(So...what are you going to do now?)”
“YA sdelayu vse, chto ya vsegda delal .......... brodit' po ulitsam Seleny.(I'll do what I've always done..........wander the streets of Selene...)” So replied the young man; Iziell as he left to wander the streets of Selene isle, no way of knowing what awaits him, but come what may, he's not one to falter, after all, his life was not his, as his friend sacrificed herself only for him to live, he promised, he would live to see the wide world, as she lives on inside of him. The young boy had to visit the hospital, he ran out of his medication.....Pills he took to prolong this pathetic life of his, he had yet to get accustomed to his new heart, normally he'd have it in his coat, but.....
Two hours ago~
Tick....Tick.....A ticking sound rang in his ears, the young man searched his apartment and found what he had suspected awaited him. A timed bomb, the young boy had no more than twelve seconds, and those twelve seconds he wasted, not. He quickly ran to the window broke through and used his scythe to land safely from the fifth floor.
Present
The boy had to wander the night for the rest of the night, since he had no money, and no place to stay, the young man paced the distance between his location and to the hospital, and as he was about to enter he would fall collapsing...After few hours he would wake up in a white room on a bed, looking at the ceiling the boy knew right away, he was in a room in the hospital, the boy's glare would be stolen by the sound of a door opening as the door to his room was opened by a nurse....A strange nurse, it was a hairy, fat man in a nurse's clothes, it in complete honesty his strange appearance worked in creeping him out, the man would tease Iziell with words of seduction and flattery, sending shivers down his spine, the strange tranny nurse left promising a return but Iziell could take nothing more of that hubris, he would take the bottle of pills besides him and break through the window, and as he shot towards the ground he would pull his mask and cover his face behind it, and once again with his scythe he would slash his landing into a peaceful one. The man would dissipate the scythe, back into the shape of a bracelet on his right wrist as he took his steps back to the park he spoke with his informant hours ago, he would sit on the swing as he wondered what awaits him, will he ever find his sacrifice, the sorrowful boy gazed at the stars as he remembered his colorful childhood, the sad times, and the happy times, moments he adored, but the hatred directed at him....Simply put, he wished it gone, for it tore his heart o pieces.
The young lad, sat quietly as he gazed at the stars, as he felt the presence of multiple fighters, he disliked this very situation, they were mere fries, put still they stand before him, were they immigrants that declined the truth of their weakness, or courageous fools that cared not about hat might happen to their pitiful existences, and as they decided to show themselves they surrounded Iziel, they were five in total, and each one of them was as weak as could be, killing them should take mere seconds, realizing their motherless hatred, he thought: Maybe I was born to be hated.....
The young man had his pills in his coat, yet refused to take any, he merely smiled and intercepted the targets as they came all out on him. Two of them came at him from right and left pointing at him with their fire coated fists, Iziell merely threw his scythe to the air as he merely moved the direction of their fists by merely touching each one of their wrists, Iziell then gripped each one of them by their shirts and struck them to the ground, a third one came at him with what seemed to be a short sword, Iziell would raise his hand as the scythe fell into his palm, rotating it with speed and power, so much that the sword was cut like butter into two, Iziell then struck his opponent's stomach with the end of his scythe's stick with strong enough force to knock him out cold, Iziell then glared at the last two with rage and his sadistic attitude, he then spoke as he fell to his knees still refusing to take his medication “You want to kill me so bad, then do it, what's the point of struggling if you're a dead man anyway, what you people were trying to kill was an already dead man, a walking corpse in simple words....” The punks shocked by his words pointed their guns at his head as he slipped into unconsciousness.
RISE~REAPER
“HAhahahahaha---hahahahaha”
“YOU BETTER RUN”
So were the demonic words and the maniacal laughter that slipped through his lips as he glared at his preys, standing before him, with ignorance and weakness, he arose as they rushed to pull their triggers standing beside one another, and with his scythe he cut their hands that pointed at him with their guns, screaming in agony and in fear, reacting to the young Iziell's deadly aura that covered the entire area in his sadistic madness and darkness, a grin flashed his teeth as it tore through his face, the look of a predator, it struck fear into their encouraged hearts, they cracked into pieces nearly losing their sanity from his darkness, yes, his sorrow, his darkness, his madness, his rage, he truly represented the picture of a reaper at its finest~
The weaklings took hold of their hands and rushed away with what's left of their sanity, Iziell would calm down and remove his mask placing it back into his coat's pocket, he would then take whatever steps he was capable of taking until fell, his back against the wall, not even having enough power to move single muscle, stuck in this dark alley, he wondered was that demonstration of madness and insanity at its finest his last one, will he die today here, he tried to move but his heart would hold him back as he nearly falls unconsciousness once again. Will he die without finding his precious sacrifice, will he die without having a single person shed a tear over him, will he never be accepted for who he is....
“Is this the end of me...?”
was the last question he asked himself, as he barely held on to his fading consciousnesses.
[attr="class","h"]when you're flying high, take my heart along I'll be the harmony to every lonely song
[attr="class","p"] Out in the moonlit night, her lover, her protector now guided the dark clad figure as it stood watching the scene play out before the holes in her mask where her eyes are supposed to be. The porcelain material gave in to the light of the moon as it illuminated the porcelain mask depicting an owl that hid its owner’s identity. Through the still night, the figure shifted in position, raising a slender arm. In her hands, the sharp point of her senbons gave an ominous threat to those brave enough to break into a territorial owl’s hunting spree.
A night like this she expected nothing more than scouting missions and even those nightly patrols with Vulpes but this, being a spectator in a bloody massacre that’s about to play out. This was not in Strix’s plans for the night. The masked female gave a sigh, funny how she turned out to be a girl. Androgynous Strix that labeled herself as neither one gender; agender in a sense turned out to a girl. She kept the amusement back, delving back into the serious persona of her identity as the predator of the night.
But back to the aforementioned bloodshed, she shook her head, steadying her aim but halted as her eyes landed the boy they surrounded. Recognition was quick to grip its hold on her, halting what action her mind wanted to perform. Her arm fell back to the sides, still gripping her choose of weaponry as she continued to play as the observer in this twisted play. Celes knew him, she saw him numerous of times as the hot topic spreading around in Rapture, the boy the regalia’s took a keen interest in. She mused inwardly, but something was wrong in this picture... the girl squinted her gaze at the scene. A feeling bubbled in her as she watched him collapse. It wanted her to run there, her instincts screamed for her to rush there... she hesitated until a dark presence threatened to bite through her veins. She forced down a shiver, snapping her head back to his direction she could only watched in silence as the man’s darker side finally unveiled itself the so called reaper...
Mused the young child, bringing her gaze over to the idiots that threatened him with death she stood in mere silence as she moved, shifting into the darkness as she jumped down from her perch. Landing in total silence Strix made her way towards him, step by step the ominous aura pierced through her defense but Celes took it a stride as she approached the downed man. Something wasn’t right...her instincts screamed at her to hurry, while casting a disapproving glance at the cowards running for their lives. She would have to deal with them later... but now she had to do something about this guy. Bending over to him, a gloved hand came from the interior of that long sleeve kimono her hand gripped his shoulder, while gently shaking him. “Hey, are you alright?....” She asked deepening her tone to that of a male, “Wait...you’re.” She paused, something was seriously wrong with this man. She saw the consciousness fading from his eyes. Her gazed narrowed at him through the mask before she quickly began to help him up. “C’mon... Listen to my voice, whatever you do...Dont pass out.” She quickly commanded, using a tone she only used in dire situations. This one seems to be one of those moments its needed.
tHEY MET AS THE SKY SHED ITS TEARS, CRYING FOR THE PATHETIC REAPER THAT HAS FALLEN TO HIS KNEES, BUT THEN HIS SAVIOR CAME ERASING HIS SORROW, WITH A DASH OF HOPE.
An alarming voice tore his fading consciousness into awareness. Who was it, a female or a male, the young male stood with the help of this person as he spoke: “Pills....pocket...” he then focused his vision on what was before him before fading into unconsciousness, this time it was for truly critical, he hadn't taken his pills for a while, idiotic, that was the only word to describe his actions, what he did was beyond idiotic.
But why had he given up? Life's cruelty got to him? Many questions bewildered him? Or was he simply too weak? No, he had almost given up, but then he remembered his duty, and his goal to find his sacrifice, the one he continues to search for, it's been years since he came here, and no trace of such a person was found, either they are good at concealing their existence, or dead...
The young boy would see the face of a rather cute beautiful girl, as he sensed a gentle touch, as if a sweet breeze caressed his worn out body, he smiled it was too good to be true, that such a feeling exists, he felt bound with the female in his vision, despite the fact that he had never seen her before, who was she, he didn't know, the only thing he was sure of is that this female might be....His fated one.
Sinless
Was it their fate to bathe in the sorrow of guilt and the despair of hatred, what he's searching for was he worthy of finding it? Such question always bewildered his fragile heart, he was always a loyal kind and generous boy, but was it really enough to earn happiness, did he deserve to be happy...He, in time, began self-loathing himself, that was the result of the guilt he bathed in for many years, he felt that his survival was a sin. Was he........truly sinless?
Awake and alive~
He opened his eyes, slightly so, where was he, who's with him, and how is it that he's still alive, many questions swirled in his head. a killing headache rattled him, but slowly he began regaining his consciousness, he opened his eyes wider than earlier but his will faded much sooner than he had anticipated.
[attr="class","h"]when you're flying high, take my heart along I'll be the harmony to every lonely song
[attr="class","p"] Alarmed, Celes tried her best to keep herself calm. A doctor needed to remain with her wits. That’s the first thing pounded into their heads in class. A doctor had to keep their nerves intact and their brains up front instead of letting the pressure break them down. That’s what she was taught to do. Stealing her resolve the girl swallowed what nervously she felt and went into full medic mode.
It came natural to the brunette seeing as she’s the unofficial medic for Rapture, that included the future Regalia she’s supporting in her arms. Looking at this weakened boy Celes couldn’t help but notice the magnet seemingly pulling her to this man. Something deep inside urged to hurry, she strained her ears to listen as the boy opened his mismatched colored orbs. Red and blue, they held the same appearance to fire and ice. Both she thought as a rather pretty color. Wait... what was she thinking, she was losing focus on her job. Shaking off the thought, her eyes drafted to his pocket. Pills, pockets, it was enough of a hint for the brunette to gently lean him against the wall. She made sure his head was upright as she rustled around her pockets for the combat knife she carried on her person. Once she found it, she pulled it out in one quick move. He was going down... and fast until darkness overcame his senses as he fainted at her presence. She swore.
This was not good, bringing her ears closer to his chest she strained her ears to listen to the straining heart beats his heart was giving. Her eyes widened as realization hit her before she scampered to check his pulse. She swore again, struggling to keep her cool as she searched through his pocket until...she felt the shape of a bottle from deep within. Fetching it out, she unscrewed it, shaking out a pill as she placed it on his mouth before gently massaging his throat to swallow it. While she did that she expertly made a slit on his shirt to cut it a bit from the collar and about half way his chest to ease his breathing.
That’s what she was supposed to do when a person is clearly suffering a heart attack out in the open. “Oh silly panthera...” Celes mumbled softly, praying the medications would soon take its course she hefted him up on her back, his weight nearly sending her back down as she struggled to stand up. The supposed new golden eye of the group.... he has yet to even see her face, which now she was rather thankful.... if he was to be a Regalia... she would probably have to reveal her face...The sound didn’t sound too pleasant in her mind as young Strix quickly carried the boy back to her face.
Three hours... he was out for three hours as a young girl worriedly watched a friend examine the boy. Thank god for knowing connections... Celes sighed, now out of the comfort of her disguise as Strix her long brown hair tied in a loose ponytail as she patiently waited her friend’s assessment.
“The brat’s lucky.” Mumbled the man as he finished injecting a special serum used to calming down troublesome hearts, “He should be fine now I gave him a double dosage, he’ll probably have a nasty headache when he wakes up plus his stomach turning a few degrees.” He continued, sliding out the needle from his arm as he rubbed the spot with a cotton dipped in alcohol. After he was done, a sound came from the unconscious lad. Two pairs of eyes immediately glued itself on him as his eyes fluttered open. Celes quickly jumped from her seat and towards his side. “Are you alright?” She asked worry seared deeply in her voice.
tHEY MET AS THE SKY SHED ITS TEARS, CRYING FOR THE PATHETIC REAPER THAT HAS FALLEN TO HIS KNEES, BUT THEN HIS SAVIOR CAME ERASING HIS SORROW, WITH A DASH OF HOPE.
The young boy opened his eyes as he regained his consciousness, what was happening, he should be dead...He feared a sacrifice of another person he rushed to his heart scouting it with his hands and eyes, fearing another exchange for prolonged time, that was never supposed to be.
A strong headache tore his head apart, as he came to, a girl spoke asking about his health's situation “Y-yes...I'm fine, a nasty headache is all....What happened? Where am I?......My clothes, where's my....” he was about to say mask but refrained as he turned his gaze back to the female beside him, such beauty, such gentleness, she was soft-spoken, had a gentle presence, the young lad felt a magnet like attachment to her, and couldn't help but move his hand as he aimed to touch her cheek, and as he did so, he snapped out, wondering what the hell was he doing, he blurted out a shy “Sorry” as the ache in his head faded, he was capable of focusing on a different ache, a one in his chest, the girl by his side, he wanted to just hang her tightly to his chest, and become one with her, he knew not why he wanted to do so badly, he lusted her touch.
The young Iziell's attention was directed at another man, whom was holding a needle.....A needle, Iziell's biggest fear, and that for sure was no small needle, Iziell would jump from his place two meters away from the man “YOU DEMONIC NEEDLE HOLDER” A wimpy face appeared instead of his usual one, after minutes of struggling, he managed to regain his composure, which was good, but the next thing he spoke about rang in a serious atmosphere “So....you've seen my mask...” he asked, he barely cared, but it was worth the time, knowing if someone knows about his identity or not.
Later on he was taken to a room were he sat with the female, blushing each time he glanced at her, the doctor grinned as he exchanged looks with Iziell as he left, planning to leave them alone. The young lad spoke as he looked at her with a sheepish smile, speaking his few words saying “Umm....It's nice to...meet you....M-My name's Iziell, Iziell Victorique, wha-what's yours?” He tried to keep his cool but it was afar too difficult, he had never felt like this, his heart was pounding rapidly, and his heavy breathing could be easily hear, he knew not the reason for this, all of this.
Then it occurred to him...She.....She might be the one, the one he's been looking for, his true love, his sacrifice, his destiny. He could no longer take it, he rushed to her as they were alone and hugged her closely to his chest as he hid her in his manly scent, and his arms, caressing her, feeling her was beyond any pleasure he experienced before, he loved it, and continued in this pose, her scent, ever so charming, her appearance a beautiful one, her pressence a gentle one, he loved everything about her, was this love at first sight? or was it a fated love, then he snapped back remembering it could very well be one sided, he apologized as he retreated two short steps saying: “I'm sorry...I don't know what got to me, it's j-just that...” he continued to blush as he held his shoulder at the same time, not realizing why this lust for her crazes him so much, his heavy breathing was not because of being out of breath, or because of his weak heart, but it was his lust driving him insane from her touch, he lusted for her in every bit of his being.
A shiver went down his spine as he gazed into her beautiful orbs, she was every bit the angel he wished to be beside, but what truly played his heart, was the question....“Is she my sinless” he mumbled to himself as he lusted for her, the slightly muscular boy then noticed, it was truly inappropriate hugging a girl like that with your body upper exposed, his abs were full exposed along with his chest that he just hugged her to, luckily not a drop of sweat existed, but instead a sweet manly scent, his scent.
[attr="class","h"]when you're flying high, take my heart along I'll be the harmony to every lonely song
[attr="class","p"] Demonic...needle bearer....
In all her time in studying in the medical field that was the first time she heard the phrase used in such a way that it elicited a soft bubbling giggle from her throat. How short it, it drained out when the boy, as weak as his heart was...She should know, she had to deal with his heart nearly shutting down on her while rushing back home with him on his back. It wasn’t easy... men and their weight. The girl sighed unnoticed by the two males as the older one merely arched an eyebrow at the boy’s reaction before drifting his set of eyes at the syringe as a doctor he was used to patients like these...
He merely shrugged, disposing the needle for hygiene purposes he glanced back at the boy who’s heart was probably thudding a mile a minute. To be honest he was shocked him moving hadn’t sent him on a one way trip back to unconsciousness... the drugs he injected his body would most likely make him incredibly disoriented... if not outright dizzy enough to stay down.
What a resilient brat... the man mused. “That needle saved your life.” He spoke in a nonchalant tone, shrugging his shoulder until he uttered a question. Ah that business... Celes kept a straight face about it. The rule of the thumb for her is Strix and Celes were to live as separate entities, she saw him as Strix and now as Celes she had to maintain the barrier between each lives. “Mask?” She uttered in a confused tone, masking her knowledge in a veil of obliviousness as she tapped her fist on her hand. “Yatta,” She muttered. “Sorry... I didn’t see any mask on you when a friend brought you to us...” She replied.
“But your things are over there,” she gestured for the neatly folded shirt and coat on the armchair. She had to cut his shirt a bit, hopefully he didn’t mind it... it was to save his life after all. Looking back at the boy her mind finally reeled into what happened awhile before her attention went to his actions. He...touched her cheek... her eyes immediately went wide, shakily moving a hand to touch the area where his hand was. The girl hurriedly shook the thoughts off her head. No, bad Celes, that was not an appropriate thought against someone that almost died.
“Calm down.” She quickly tuned into her stricter tone, she couldn’t help but feel slightly motherly to her patients. “You just had a heart attack, you need to rest...” She muttered in a softer tone as she began to help him. “Maybe you should bring him to the spare room Ceres,” Her friend suggested while he packed his things. His job was done, after giving him another once over he helped the boy over to the next room.
“Stay down for a week, no strenuous activities, no lifting heavy objects. Just sit pretty in bed.” He advised the boy rather sternly. “Unless... you want to have several needles implanted on you.” He added, giving a warning hint along with a smile that screamed, ‘I will do it if you don’t listen’. Hopefully the boy would be smart enough to catch the warning...
And then they were alone, he was gone leaving young Celes with the man... She was about to start replying as he introduced himself, when... he suddenly grabbed her in a hug. The first thing that came to mind... was to push him back, but something held her back, the blush enflamed her cheeks, giving it a bright red hue as she struggled to grab her composer once he let go. “I-It’s no problem...” She waved it off, chuckling lightly as the mark on her hand became visible.
‘Sinless’ She found no reason to hide it outside Strix’s disguise...
Her head tilted slightly to the side as she watched the display of emotions danced through his face. It was actually funny seeing him like that. “It’s Celeste Blanchiér,” She girl politely introduced herself after regaining a tad bit of her composure. “You can call me Celes for short...”
tHEY MET AS THE SKY SHED ITS TEARS, CRYING FOR THE PATHETIC REAPER THAT HAS FALLEN TO HIS KNEES, BUT THEN HIS SAVIOR CAME ERASING HIS SORROW, WITH A DASH OF HOPE.
What the hell was he doing, or even thinking, was he even thinking at all? Or so
he asked himself, he just met the girl, and yet, he touched her, and hugged her, he was angry about what he had done, despite them helping him so much, and saving him from his death, he spoke once again, as he calmed down, finally regaining his senses “Beautiful name you've got there Celeste~” it was finally time to be himself again, for some reason, the ache in his chest still didn't go, but he hated looking so pathetic that he refrained from letting his lust for her take over him again, and then he noticed something, his eye, his right eye began aching him, slightly so, not knowing why, but in the eyes of others the eye's iris was reformed into the mark of sinless, his true name, his proof as a fighter, and the proof that his soul mate still exists, the young man didn't know the reason for this all.
Aside from the lust dwelling within him for her, as she replied to his question about his mask, he would sigh, a sigh of discomfort, he was easily capable of distinguishing a liar from an honest person, and was capable of knowing if someone was lying, it was as easy as reading a book to tell if they were speaking the truth, or the opposite, but this girl....Strangely he was incapable of deciphering her personality, she was rather attracting yet she was far too difficult to read, he couldn't decipher anything about the young lady, he then noticed her hand as he spoke“Thank you for helping me I-” his eyes widened as he took a glance at her hand , shocked from what he's seeing, was his mind playing games on him again, what the hell was he seeing, was his brain really playing games on him, is he hallucinating because he just awoke, or was it time for destiny to lead them to one another, the boys red eye would glow as he saw her hand, what was this, is it really, that she is his destiny, his soul mate the one he was looking for ever since he knew of his true name?
Iziell was struck speechless, he didn't know how to interpret this, has he reached his goal? He stood infront of her only closer this time, as he spoke as he held her hand as she was turning away, with his eye glowing sinless red, he spoke to her saying: “S-Sinless, you're the one I've been looking for” he said so shocked, not believing what he's seeing if this was a dream, he better not wake up.
He smiled as he glared at her with a dominant look, he would pull her closer as he leaned in to hug her once again, “I've been looking for you for a long time” he said as he hugged her tightly, with a passionate loving voice, his devilish smile and passionate eyes, he held her face as he gazed into her eyes, but was brought back to reality, as he stood coldly steps away from her, she might not accept him, she might also be troubled by him.
[attr="class","h"]when you're flying high, take my heart along I'll be the harmony to every lonely song
[attr="class","p"] This was all going too fast, too quick for her brain to comprehend her situation. The scene raced from one act to another barely giving the petite brunette the chance to absorb the knowledge being pounded into cranium. She didn’t.... like it at all, the speed an innocent act caused riddled her into a bed of confusion she couldn’t get up from. She tried to speak, but the words lodged themselves deep in her throat refusing to budge even with her urgings as she gulped, swallowing air into her stomach that flooded itself with tiny unseen butterflies.
Why did she feel like this, she asked this to herself in the comforts of her mind, no answer. Just as always she couldn’t find the answers she sought when the topic involves her. She’s perceptive around others but to her own she was just as oblivious as a newborn. Unknowing what she truly wanted... it was the reason she never attempted finding a partner. Never truly tried to find the last member in the unit created by fate herself, Sinless. Ironically that’s to be her name.
She carried it, and now she owns it with her entire being. She turned her head to face him. Large orbs brimming with hidden questions as she raised an eyebrow quizzically at him for his actions, the girl didn’t even know what he planned. He was a closed book that made it hard for a child of her capabilities to read and she can read most people... all she had to do was read their body movements and their personality. But Iziell.... was another ball park that needed to be examined. She paused midway from the door, standing right near it as Iziell grasped her hand to halt her advances. What was... he doing, was the question seeping from her expression confusion clouded her thoughts from truly understanding the boy’s motive...
But it appears as through the boy wont allow her, as she looked at his face his red eye caught her quick eye. It glowed red, as red as the blood flowing under a bleeding corpse. The girl gave a light shudder at the comparison that flowed within her mind, she shouldn’t think that way... it shouldn’t bother considering what she does for a living nowadays.... Silly her, he probably knew her alter self Strix, but that was a story for another day, a tug came from her hand as she was immediately pulled into an embrace, eyes turned wide hearing the softest tone that radiated from his voice. Sinless... he was... supposed to be her partner? She pulled back for a moment, looking back up at his face for a hint of a joke but there wasn’t... he was dead on serious, so... this boy,
The new panthera of Rapture...
Is actually her fighter!?!?!?
Celes felt numbed from the revelation but did her best to keep her composure... though it was rather hard since she was being hugged by a man she just saved from dying. The blush festered upon her cheeks ravishing through the skin and turning it into a bright shade of red. She was literally... frozen solid where she stood. Her body refused to move, she was in a sense, paralyzed by what the boy did... and then it was over, a shift in the air shifted his personality from day to night. The changed confused her, coldness flooded out from him but she couldn’t get her brain to function right... she was... just too plainly stunned to react aside from the normal thing a girl would do in situations like this... “H-Heyyy!” Squeaked the young girl. Flailing her arms comically on her side as she tried to regain some form of composure. “Too fast, too fast...” She bashfully spoke rapidly as she fought with her own heart to control its rapid beats. Did it seem like she was rejecting him? No that wasn’t the case, she was acting like what any regular girl would do. With her cheeks still flaming from the blush she approached his half naked figure, shakily reaching for his hand she led him back to the bed.
For goodness sakes, he shouldn’t even be UP after nearly dying from a failing heart, medical reasoning proved that as an ill-advised attempt. “You’re... my unit partner?... You were looking for me?...” She asked, it was more innocent curiosity than anything else as she gently sat him on the bed. “Silly you shouldn’t be up... not in your current condition...” She sighed, his actions drifted from her mind in exchange for the maternal worry she tends to display.
tHEY MET AS THE SKY SHED ITS TEARS, CRYING FOR THE PATHETIC REAPER THAT HAS FALLEN TO HIS KNEES, BUT THEN HIS SAVIOR CAME ERASING HIS SORROW, WITH A DASH OF HOPE.
She took him by the hand, only to lay down with her gentle
touch, then she spoke
about him not supposed to be standing up, e continued listening with a blank face that held no emotion, he then touched her cheek with his gentle manly touch, as he smiled a charming smile of a kind angel, his hand would move to her shirt's collar as he gripped it gently, he would swap places with her in an instant, swapping places, now, she was the one laying down, he gently touched her cheek as she was lying helplessly so cute he wanted to devour her, she was soft-spoken, kind, gentle, she arose his dominant instinct, he'd tell her to wait for him, a normal person's body wouldn't handle this pressure from the needles he just took, or from the situation he was in, but this was merely how strong and durable a fighter he was.
He stood up wore the apron on his naked upper body, and went to the kitchen as he prepared the girl a cup of coffee while shredding vegetables with his other hand, multtitasking everything before him, and as he poured her a cup of coffee, he placed it on a fancy tray, cutting oranges, and squeezing it for her preparing a delicious drink to eat her food with, he would then focus on preparing his dish, cooking the piece of meat perfectly, he poured the sauce, the toppings and placed the dish in another tray, a fillet Mignon along with the juice, and caramelized pears, he would take the trays to her as he poured her, a cup of juice .....He then spoke to himself(she must think I am some weirdo, I just met her, and I do all of this....I must tell her..The truth.)
He took it from his pocket as he returned, and as he sat to watch her eat, he spoke “Yes...I know, we've just met...But I. I was denied by everyone...I kept searching for my destined one, and now that I've found them, I was hoping they-You would accept me....Even if you hate me, I'll do my best to show you, that...” He paused as he wore his mask “I am no evil being, the reaper is just a facade given to me by those that hate me.....I am sorry for troubling you...” He lowered his as he blushed behind his mask, now she knows the truth...Will she hate him, he wondered, always worried, that's how he was, he was always a dominant man, but this is is truth, yes sadistic but only to an extent and dominant to no extent, but he was a helpless boy who wanted friends, around people he cares for, he's nothing but a child, he's actually quite motherly too, but when around people, or when he was fighting he was a sadistic malicious demon, although he may end up showing mercy to the weak, most of the time, he maims whoever stands in his way.
And there she was, she brought out everything in him, he hid nothing from her, oh how he wanted acceptance, he didn't care what the cost was if it meant to be accepted, and especially by this girl whom his heart flutters to. His sincerity blazed in his passionate eyes behind his mask.
[attr="class","h"]when you're flying high, take my heart along I'll be the harmony to every lonely song
[attr="class","p"] The demon was just a framed creature, made to be the scape goat of those who flees from the truth. Cowards in her eyes, those who choose to turn away from what’s in front of them and choose to lay the burden onto someone else’s unwilling shoulders. Strix, in a way was a pacifist at heart. A person that choose to stay by the sidelines as the silent observer of the world, the keeper of knowledge and worldly secrets desired by those who seeks the same thing she does.
The truth, a person willing enough to fit into society but at the same time managed to separate themselves from the steady flow. Yes owl suited her just fine for she was part of the brains in Rapture’s working system. A job she so humbly accepted in order to help those she considered family than what her biological family could never give her. They gave her...what she desired, acceptance, guidance....
And most of all, a family that for once she could give her soul to protect, this boy was part of their rough-neck family. Albeit he remained obliviously of her true identity as the ‘boy’ who saved him moments ago from the grips of death, in a sense... she now began to understand a bit on the instinct that brought her to him... It wanted her to help him, he said he was searching for her. Ironically the opposite happened. She found him instead of the other way around. But Celes... knew better than to let childish impulses over run her decisions. She couldn’t allow naïve choices to rang through her actions nor unwise decisions that could in disaster. She wasn’t a child... but as her...she indeed was, the logic sounded contradictory to what she wanted to express for herself.
She always did have a sense to contradict actions she wanted the opposite to happen. A surprised yelp caught her by surprise as it breathed through her pinkish lips as the boy no man gripped her collar before dragging her into the bed. The scene...almost played out as those tragic rape scenes showed on dramas. Gold orbs fluttered to his face, the look of shock took over her expression as she began to move out from his grip but he was too strong... She couldn’t least she wanted to reveal more of her alter side. She had no choice but to let destiny decide... but before she could actually begin to plot out the situation he touched her face, bringing his miscolored iris staring directly into hers. For a second she melted, the look he held brought a sense of calmness onto her wary being that it slowly soothe her guard down.
Strix... ashamed as she was, began to slowly slip her guard down. The wariness was still there however as he moved out of the room. “Just what is this guy doing?...” Muttered the confused child as she hesitantly sat up, her hair fell loose from her scrunchy as locks tumbled from its grip cascading in long waves down her shoulder. She had half a mind to follow her, but something made her stay in the room. Forcing her to actually review the situation she landed herself in. As nice as he was, this was far too fast for the brunette to think through thoroughly the hand of time ticked as her mind continued to flit from one scenario to another, replaying what just happened mere moment ago. She failed to hear the gentle creak of the hinges as Iziell came back this time with a tray of fresh smelling food. Now that she thought about it... She forgot to eat.
At that exact time her stomach grumbled slightly, eliciting a soft colored hue of red to dance through her pale pallor. She brought her face to turn to him as she caught the tray in his hands. “Eh... For me?” She asked confusedly, a small shy smile forming on her face as she accepted it. “You didn’t need to... I should be cooking since you’re the one that’s sick.” She sighed. To be fair, she was already wondering how he still manage to stand, those drugs her friend injected in his blood stream was no laughing matter. Bringing her stare at him she watched a bit intrigue at the boy as he pulled out a mask from his pocket. Definitely Panthera... She gave no outer appearance that she recognized it. Already mastering the act of morphing her expressions away from what she’s thinking. “A demon?” Queried the child before she shook her head. “You’re not a demon, stop being so negative... I don’t really see a reason to hate you.” She continued, elegantly cutting the steak with the offered steak knife as she placed it in her mouth. “You’re really good at cooking...” She complimented, smiling as she continued to eat her face shifted back to its serious look. “Misunderstood it might be but a demon no, so silly stopped being so negative and get to bed.” She tone once again took a more commanding role. “You’re the one that almost died from a clearly abused organ, you are going to rest before you get yourself into a cardiac!” She finished exasperatedly as she placed the tray on the nightstand before forcing him back to the bed. “Now be a good boy and rest...”
@iziell oh gods, try not to be so quick before she's the one that ends up with a heart attack! XD
tHEY MET AS THE SKY SHED ITS TEARS, CRYING FOR THE PATHETIC REAPER THAT HAS FALLEN TO HIS KNEES, BUT THEN HIS SAVIOR CAME ERASING HIS SORROW, WITH A DASH OF HOPE.
It's been a while, since he felt such happiness, she denied the
the existence of his fake sins, he never committed them, but still he was accused with them, his sins were not actions he made, or choices he took, but instead, they were all just lies placed upon him, these lies eventually made him question his innocence, and in time he deemed himself guilty, sinful, while in truth he was actually Sinless.
He was always kind and generous, but never received kindness from others. He smiled as continued to lay down where she placed him, on the bed as he stared a her, he never thought it would be anything like this, he thought that suffering awaited their first meeting, that his sacrifice would reject him in the beginning.
And what he found was amazingly different, unlike anything he expected, acceptance, her kindness lit his darkened heart, he was a child lost in the mist, but luckily was guided by her heavenly light, she was an angel, without a doubt, she was.
The young Iziell closed his eye lids as they began to seem to weigh as heavy as the world, after struggling and stealing glances at this angel he adores, his eyes closed, and drifted into the world of dreams and illusions, and regained consciousness in a world conjured by his mind, a dream.
In his dream he found himself holding the hands of two females, both were Identical, except that one seemed demonic, while the other seemed angelic, and that's where he stepped in. Both of the girls resembled Celeste, his sacrifice, and each pulled him to their side, one of them scornfully taunting Iziell saying how could he fall for such a stupid trap, and that he was playing right into her palm, so were what the words of the one pulling his left arm indicated, while the one that pulled his right arm promised love and care, and happiness from here on, tender words indicated that he won't have to suffer alone now.
Torn between the two, the young Iziell began to question her actions, was she really trying to trick him, that was difficult to say but up till now she was a female that's rather difficult to perceive even with Iziell's perceptive skills, he would love to know more though, they've met for mere hours and he was overwhelmed with happiness he could not help himself, but now that he gained his composure once again, he would do his best, to understand this girl whether by words, actions, or by analyzing her every flinch.
[attr="class","h"]when you're flying high, take my heart along I'll be the harmony to every lonely song
[attr="class","p"] He’s finally asleep... a long sigh slip from those pink tinted lips. Reaching for blanket she pulled it over to cover his resting form. He looked peaceful, observed the child. His breathing calmed the deeper he fell into the slumber. Whether from his ordeal or the drugs injected into his system Celes didn’t want to know. If she wanted to that involved asking a question that clearly insignificant in their eyes. Celes wasn’t about to waste time on such folly.
A smile began to slip from her lips as she watched his sleeping face for a few more moments as she brought her hand to brush the stranded bangs from his face. Peaceful... nothing but serenity showed from his slumbering face. It made her wonder how on earth could they label an innocent man as a killer.
Sure... remembering the event that took place a few hours ago. The dark malicious intent rising from him and chuckled in a maddened haze moments before the men escaped with their lives. Damaged they maybe at they were alive. She wasn’t so sure they would be if the other regalia’s came around to see one of their own being attack. (She was seconds away from dealing with the situation had in not been for the lucky hand of fate to save him). She kept those within her, far away from the reaches of the hearing world. Deep inside as she had done with all the knowledge she came upon. She was to be the grimoire of knowledge for Rapture, the keeper of secrets within the delicate web of society. Stepping back after she had done all she could to make sure the boy would be comfortable. She gave one last glance before...
Walking out of the room, the door closed silently at her wake as she flicked the lights off bathing the room in perpetual darkness. As the last light fled from the room she leaned against the closed door. The shock was still in her. The numbness hardly dissipated from her system from what went through awhile ago. It was simply far too fast for her comfort but that’s just how life was. Time waits for no one... She should have known by now. Raising her head from her thoughts Celes eyes drifted from the floor towards the adjacent living room. Silence... her imagination ran wild with the imaginary sounds of crickets calling from a far. She stepped away from the immobile object supporting her back as she retired to her sleeping quarters for the night.
Early morning... she rose, bright eyed at exactly six in the morning to every day seven days a week. A yawn came from the bleary eyed brunette as she scuttled off from her cozy bed. Sunlight filtered through the closed blinds as a sign that morning came. Groggily the girl arose dragging her half asleep frame to the bathroom. Celes barely managed to get a wink of sleep the night before, thoughts of the what happened still invaded her head hindering her from getting a good night’s sleep. This wasn’t good.. not with the lectures she had to attend in class today.
tHEY MET AS THE SKY SHED ITS TEARS, CRYING FOR THE PATHETIC REAPER THAT HAS FALLEN TO HIS KNEES, BUT THEN HIS SAVIOR CAME ERASING HIS SORROW, WITH A DASH OF HOPE.
He awoke, rubbed his eyes, looked at the clock on the wall, arose from his bed and went to the bathroom, cleaning his face, he then went to the room of his destined one, and saw her sleeping beautifully, he would caress her hair and gently touch her cheek, as a gentle smile appeared on his face, he then went to a store he found as he got out of her apartment, bought a specific outfit he had in mind, and a couple of clothes, no he didn't think of staying and increasing the burden on her, but his apartment burned until he finds a new one he would need clothes and tools he might need, such as a pocket watch, clothes and so on.
He returned to her apartment at exactly five and thirty six minutes, he would go up, and wear a specific outfit he just bought, went to the kitchen and began cleaning the dishes, and cutting vegetables, frying bacon, frying eggs, a small bowl of salad, a refreshing juice, and began toasting bread, he would prepare the dished and set them in an orderly manner, as he awaited he cleaned the house making everything glitter from cleanliness.
He would go to her room once again and whisper into her ear “Wake up dear~” he would then leave in the speed of light, the time, it's exactly six o'clock, he then eyed her as she went to the bathroom, and awaited her exit, and as she got out he would bow and point with his hands towards the dinning table as he bowed, why this whole act? A thanks before he leaves, for he was already intruding enough, he thought this was a nice way to say thank you...Dressed up as a butler.
He would accompany her to a chair and pull it for her, clearly he had some royal high class manners, since he placed the knife, fork, and spoon in an orderly manner, in their exact correct manner, he thought he might stress her out, if she didn't know this way of eating, and he though to guide her, which is why he stood behind her as she sat, and grabbed the knife and the fork through her hands as he leaned on to whisper: “Bonjour mademoiselle, need any help, m'lady~”
He eyed her expressions carefully, a pretty face, a delicate figure, a beautiful scented young girl, his age, slender, she seemed the secretive type, more than that, she was from no common family, she was from a high class family for sure, she had that air around heir, which attracted him like for sure, many others.
[attr="class","h"]when you're flying high, take my heart along I'll be the harmony to every lonely song
[attr="class","p"] Butler...
Butler... the image came to mind after she saw him through half awake stare. This...was too early for her, far too early for her brain to correctly function but here she was, experiencing what others would deemed... too weird for sanities. She was beginning to think in the same lines as she nodded numbly. He really didn’t need to do this...
Freshly showered gave some function back to her brain as it slowly rolled the gears in her mind. The way he act a moved... triggered her to remember the days she was still in France. Servants at her beck and call no matter how she wanted to do things on her own, butlers following her to do as she ordered.
The life of a noble house she was born came to life by his actions. She closed off the memory, dwindling it down into the deeper parts of her mind for later. She wasn’t about to tell him this. No she barely knew her fighter for that.
Fighter... memories from last night came back to her as she silently reached for the chair only for that hand to stop as the boy already pulled it for her. The girl gave a slight blink, confused she turned to him. “Thank you..” She gentle spoke, a smile creasing into her delicate lips as she settled down to sit. The clothes she had on was a simple cardigan over a cute long sleeve buttoned shirt decorated with ruffles on the collar and the hem. Her skirt reached down past her knees. She dressed rather conservatively from time to time...she had clothes she can change to later inside her bag. Looking at the table her eyes turned wide seeing the wonderful array of food all presented on the table. The girl even more confused now, turned to him.
“You really didn’t need to do this...” Muttered the child, not to mention... It rang in her mind now that the guy is supposed to be in bed. It added to her worries as she nearly shot up to check his condition. “You should still be resting, Julie told you to keep down for a few days...” Celes said, turning her worried stare at his dressed figure. The outfit made her flush red, by both of a blush and her unnatural shyness peeking through the fabrics. She took his hand to led him to an empty chair besides her. “Sit...” She stated before fixing her eye back to the food. “This is too much for me...especially at this time of morning... Do you want to share?” She asked, smiling at his direction. She thought about it as well during the night she couldn’t sleep she slipped out to clear her head in rapture it was there she heard of a recent bombing...
Damn and she was supposed to be the first one to know when it comes to information such as those... “Do you live near here?” She asked, taking a sip of the juice as she nibbled a bit of the food. “You can stay here if you want, I just need help with housework but you can stay here, free of lodgings.” What was she doing? Well she couldn’t exactly toss out the guy who claimed to be her fighter.
tHEY MET AS THE SKY SHED ITS TEARS, CRYING FOR THE PATHETIC REAPER THAT HAS FALLEN TO HIS KNEES, BUT THEN HIS SAVIOR CAME ERASING HIS SORROW, WITH A DASH OF HOPE.
She spoke with the tenderness of an angel, softly spoken words, kind words, she helped him out alot, and now she offers him a place to stay sugar coating it with the idea of you will have to work around the house, he was put in a tight spot, and in complete honesty, the boy was tempted, the girl that supposedly accepted him, he still had his doubts, why would she accept him, why not hate him, he began wondering, but if he stays with her he was most likely going to figure out the truth of her words, strangely so, she seemed like a blunt girl who would not refrain from speaking her mind, it was not a bad thing in all honesty, harsh truth is far more better, than sweet sugar coated lies.
But before all of this crossed his mind she asked him to sit and eat with her, the young man blushed as he took a seat and placed it right next to her, there was not an inch away of distance from them, a centimeter at most, he turned to her being so close staring at her as he smiled a gentle smile, his large manly figure was now merely a centimeter away, he would speak up “It would be my pleasure to work for you, thank you. But I also understand that you're a girl and perhaps you need some privacy, he spoke, and yes I used to at least, the people that were chasing me bombed my apartment....Sadly”
He smiled once again, as he noticed a slight bit of bread, by her lips, he smiled as he poked her there and placed the bit of bread in his mouth, “It must of gotten there by mistake~”
Yes, he teased her, enjoying her reactions, seeing him blush, was amazing, he enjoyed her expressions to the end, this girl, she, however, was no ordinary sacrifice, perhaps an assassin? Her steps her actions, not a slight bit of air did they wave at him, and not a sound came from them, she truly appeared to be someone of great power, he would tease her more, and so he would lean to her ear “But this is quite tempting, Who knows what I might do to you in sleep” he spoke whispering tenderly, she would most likely be invincible against assault even in her sleep, but that was not the case, his words were, however. These words were embarrassing to all people, such words, and when spoke to a girl, created nothing but sexual image in anyone's brain, he wanted to see her blush.
After seeing her reaction he spoke “I'm sorry*gentle giggle* I simply couldn't resist teasing you” he spoke so as he placed his gentle touch on her shoulder~. Ever since he met her, nothing but happiness filled his heart, his saddened soul calmed down, he was truly happy for the first time in many years of self loathing.